“Honestly,” Larry said, “we are experiencing a real-life theater of the absurd.”
“A real life what?” Mark asked.
“You know, it’s theater in which standard or naturalistic conventions of plot, characterization, and thematic structure are ignored or distorted in order to convey the irrational nature of reality and the essential isolation of humanity in a senseless world,” Larry explained.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mark said.
“Our president participating in a golden shower in Moscow is what I’m talking about,” Larry said. “Our president as a barrier standing in the way of doing anything to combat climate change is what I’m talking about. Our president creating chaos….”
“It’s a good thing we have such a solid friendship, Larry,” Mark interrupted, “because I think you’re starting to lose it.”
“Don’t you get it, man?” Larry asked. “We need someone inspiring, someone who can perform a freaking miracle, someone who can restore sanity and stability to this great country of ours.”
“So basically you’re saying we need the second coming of Jesus to get us out of this shit,” Mark said.
“Whatever it takes, man.”
Written for these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (theater), The Wacky Weekend Challenge (shower), Scotts Daily Prompt (barrier), Ragtag Daily Prompt (friendship), Word of the Day Challenge (inspiring), and Your Daily Word Prompt (miracle).
Charles hung his head, trying to understand how this could have happened. Against all odds, he had escaped the stigma of being an inner-city ex-con, and had been warmly welcomed to the community, embraced and respected by his neighbors.
Dr. Tanya, over at Salted Caramel, was nominated for her 
I saw that today’s Day 5 prompt is “a song that needs to be played loud.” I remember back in the day rolling myself a doobie, pulling my red beanbag chair right up next to my Sansui stereo system, removing the album from the cardboard sleeve, and placing the vinyl platter on the turntable. Then I’d plug my headphones cable into the output jack on the amplifier, put the huge headphones over my ears, turn the volume knob up to 10, and carefully place the stylus on the surface of the record at the beginning of the one and only track on side A. I’d light up the joint, take a hefty drag, and settle into the beanbag chair for the next 17-plus minutes as I was transported to a whole different universe listening to this:
“Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.”